Eccentric?

It has recently been brought to my attention that my children may be a bit...eccentric. They deviate from the standard in so many ways, it's hard to keep track. I was an eccentric child, so this doesn't seem at all strange to me, but I can imagine how it looks from anywhere outside of the family. As Dad recently put it, "Eccentricity doesn't run in our family, it positively gallops!"

This morning on the way to school, I found myself explaining complex economic theory to Gabe. Is this a normal interest for an 8-year-old boy? I'm pretty sure it isn't, but who am I to judge? I kept waiting for his eyes to glaze over so I could stop, but they never did, and I eventually got in over my head. When this happens, I give my standard answer, "I don't know, but I'm sure Daddy does! You should ask him when he gets home!"

Then there's Timothy. I don't even know where to begin when it comes to Timothy. Lately, he has set all requests to song, and they are accompanied by an interpretive dance. As in, "Caaaaan I have some Lu-uh-uh-uh-unch?" over and over again, with strange gyrations. He knows every song on the radio, beginning to end. And the other night in martial arts, when Guru Eric was standing over a couple of kids cuing, "Shake! Shake! Shake!", Timothy felt the need to add, "Senora, shake your body lion!" at the tops of his lungs. I have my ring tone and Harry Belafonte to blame for that one.

We are in the midst of potty training with Timothy. He's gotten down the whole pooping in the potty thing pretty well. The rest, not so much. Being the lazy parent I am, I'm happy to leave it at that. Let's face it, you have to choose your battles. I feel that I have enough battles already. Plus, he's in pull-ups, so he can, for the most part, change his own diaper now. See, told you I'm lazy! Anyway, today he was sitting in the kitchen, playing with his letter magnets while I fixed lunch. Suddenly, he jumped up off the floor and shouted, "Oh, NOOOOO! It's raining in my pants!" I admit, I laughed. Wouldn't you?